Post by George Duke on Mar 29, 2007 13:29:34 GMT -6
Thrilled with his victory, George heads back to Philadelphia with a smile on his face. The match went quickly, but very much in his favor. Duke cleaned house, his partners cleaned house - and his opponents went to the locker room in pain. Perfect, eh? For George, it is.
It's a busy week for George. Aside from travel and training, he's wrestling two cards across the country. While he's bringing back the U-Haul, he has an Indy show on Swanson Ave. this weekend. Big Bear Murphy is in his early 40's and he and George go way back. They've had some brawls over the years, and George wants to leave Philadelphia with Big Bear bleeding. The next morning, he'll fly out to Kansas City with his remaining luggage and continue training for another 8-Man Tag. Duke isn't very fond of tag matches, so imagine one with another team on your team. It's not so bad, though. A lot of people to keep an eye on what's going on - if you get a good bunch, you work like a well-oiled machine and destroy the other team. It happened last week - Duke only hopes it works half as well this week.
As much as is on his mind, George received a bit of news as he left the building. Macros is out. He's out of town. Macros claims personal reasons, but George knows it's the arm injury. George Duke is the first man to beat Macros, and on top of that - sent him packing. Duke is beyond pleased.
"Macros is gone. Haha! Everyone said he couldn't be beaten - and George Duke destroyed him. Ruined that precious arm of his, eh? People say I'm just mean, but there is a strategy behind it. Look what happened - I take special care to hurt a man and it works in my favor. First - by hurting Macros, I proved that I can not only beat him - I can destroy him. I proved I am the better man by far. Also, by doing that - it pretty much bought me the match. The third reason is - now that he's gone, he is no longer a threat to my title. It works on all fields - I am the better man."
Duke smiles while he rides in the U-Haul truck though Indiana. The Valor title is riding shotgun, even seat belted in place. The radio plays Johnny Cash - "One Piece At A Time." Duke taps the wheel in time with the music. Rarely has George looked so happy. He's a busy man with a lot on his plate. His attitude assures that he'll be able to swallow it all and come back for more. With the prospect of another 8-man tag, Duke feels as though he should say a few things.
"Bloodmoon, I congratulate you. We've shown we can work as a team, and you're a step closer to some gold. If we rip these guys apart like we did last week, then the suits will definitely keep you in mind as a contender. More of last week and we're set. Nick Pickles is a man that I enjoy very much. We're from the same city, though not the same neighborhood. Brotherly Love, though - right? Hehe. I like your style, man - it's great to have you around. Black? Black's a tough dude. One of those guys that makes me glad I'm on his team. He big, he's bad - and he'll beat the Hell outta you. While we're not as set as we were last week - I mean, I was with the Tag Champs - I think we're definitely a force to be reckoned with. Individually, we have some of the toughest guys on the roster. Me, Black, Bloodmoon - we're the f*cking definition of tough. Pickles - he's a d**n genius."
Duke scratches his face lazily and yawns. He's been driving since the morning and it's almost time for more coffee. Toby Keith comes on the radio and Duke reaches over to change it. Luckily, the very next station is playing The Allman Brothers. Duke clearly wants to blast it, but knows he must first comment on his opponents.
"Anyone who is comfortable coming out to Oasis is pretty much begging to get hit. You guys got a lot of balls calling yourselves The Four Horseman. Two Limeys and two macho jagovs... I'd love to see Arn Anderson punch you in the face. Big Ci, I don't want to upset you - I know you get temperamental when you lose... but get the tissues out, eh? I'll be honest - I just don't like you. Personally, I think you're an a**hole. In the ring, I think you're unimpressive. We'll settle it next week. The Hunters? You guys like yourselves a lot. Why? I have no idea. Dave, if you want to act like you're tough - that's fine. I've already mentioned where we stand on tough. You want to get all crazy, Shane? Hows about I snap your d**n ankle? That'd be crazy, wouldn't it? Erickson's got an amateur background. That's good - I mean that. Maybe we can go at it. But be warned - don't be surprised if you catch a fist in your face when you go for a single-leg take down. You can't Peterson your way out of a full-nelson, you'll break you're neck. However, you're welcome to try, hehe."
Duke laughs a bit and waves the camera away. He reaches over and turn the radio on full blast, just in time for the last verse of the song.
"Sometimes I feel.... Sometimes I feeeelll - Like I been tied to the whippin' post..."
It's a busy week for George. Aside from travel and training, he's wrestling two cards across the country. While he's bringing back the U-Haul, he has an Indy show on Swanson Ave. this weekend. Big Bear Murphy is in his early 40's and he and George go way back. They've had some brawls over the years, and George wants to leave Philadelphia with Big Bear bleeding. The next morning, he'll fly out to Kansas City with his remaining luggage and continue training for another 8-Man Tag. Duke isn't very fond of tag matches, so imagine one with another team on your team. It's not so bad, though. A lot of people to keep an eye on what's going on - if you get a good bunch, you work like a well-oiled machine and destroy the other team. It happened last week - Duke only hopes it works half as well this week.
As much as is on his mind, George received a bit of news as he left the building. Macros is out. He's out of town. Macros claims personal reasons, but George knows it's the arm injury. George Duke is the first man to beat Macros, and on top of that - sent him packing. Duke is beyond pleased.
"Macros is gone. Haha! Everyone said he couldn't be beaten - and George Duke destroyed him. Ruined that precious arm of his, eh? People say I'm just mean, but there is a strategy behind it. Look what happened - I take special care to hurt a man and it works in my favor. First - by hurting Macros, I proved that I can not only beat him - I can destroy him. I proved I am the better man by far. Also, by doing that - it pretty much bought me the match. The third reason is - now that he's gone, he is no longer a threat to my title. It works on all fields - I am the better man."
Duke smiles while he rides in the U-Haul truck though Indiana. The Valor title is riding shotgun, even seat belted in place. The radio plays Johnny Cash - "One Piece At A Time." Duke taps the wheel in time with the music. Rarely has George looked so happy. He's a busy man with a lot on his plate. His attitude assures that he'll be able to swallow it all and come back for more. With the prospect of another 8-man tag, Duke feels as though he should say a few things.
"Bloodmoon, I congratulate you. We've shown we can work as a team, and you're a step closer to some gold. If we rip these guys apart like we did last week, then the suits will definitely keep you in mind as a contender. More of last week and we're set. Nick Pickles is a man that I enjoy very much. We're from the same city, though not the same neighborhood. Brotherly Love, though - right? Hehe. I like your style, man - it's great to have you around. Black? Black's a tough dude. One of those guys that makes me glad I'm on his team. He big, he's bad - and he'll beat the Hell outta you. While we're not as set as we were last week - I mean, I was with the Tag Champs - I think we're definitely a force to be reckoned with. Individually, we have some of the toughest guys on the roster. Me, Black, Bloodmoon - we're the f*cking definition of tough. Pickles - he's a d**n genius."
Duke scratches his face lazily and yawns. He's been driving since the morning and it's almost time for more coffee. Toby Keith comes on the radio and Duke reaches over to change it. Luckily, the very next station is playing The Allman Brothers. Duke clearly wants to blast it, but knows he must first comment on his opponents.
"Anyone who is comfortable coming out to Oasis is pretty much begging to get hit. You guys got a lot of balls calling yourselves The Four Horseman. Two Limeys and two macho jagovs... I'd love to see Arn Anderson punch you in the face. Big Ci, I don't want to upset you - I know you get temperamental when you lose... but get the tissues out, eh? I'll be honest - I just don't like you. Personally, I think you're an a**hole. In the ring, I think you're unimpressive. We'll settle it next week. The Hunters? You guys like yourselves a lot. Why? I have no idea. Dave, if you want to act like you're tough - that's fine. I've already mentioned where we stand on tough. You want to get all crazy, Shane? Hows about I snap your d**n ankle? That'd be crazy, wouldn't it? Erickson's got an amateur background. That's good - I mean that. Maybe we can go at it. But be warned - don't be surprised if you catch a fist in your face when you go for a single-leg take down. You can't Peterson your way out of a full-nelson, you'll break you're neck. However, you're welcome to try, hehe."
Duke laughs a bit and waves the camera away. He reaches over and turn the radio on full blast, just in time for the last verse of the song.
"Sometimes I feel.... Sometimes I feeeelll - Like I been tied to the whippin' post..."
